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Emily Dickinson - One Anguish—in a CrowdEmily Dickinson - One Anguish—in a Crowd
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565 One Anguish—in a Crowd— A Minor thing—it sounds— And yet, unto the single Doe Attempted of the Hounds `Tis Terror as consummate As Legions of Alarm Did leap, full flanked, upon the Host— `Tis Units—make the Swarm— A Small Leech—on the Vitals— The sliver, in the Lung— The Bung out—of an Artery— Are scarce accounted—Harms— Yet might—by relation To that Repealless thing— A Being—impotent to end— When once it has begun—
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